"Who are you?" He was stunned by Bu Jianjun's tone, it sounded like he was talking to a junior.
Bu Jianjun replied: "Your great-great-grandfather."
The reason why Meng Liu couldn't recognize it was simple. The sword was a sword and the stick was a stick. He knew the sword of the Demon Lord and could even feel familiar with the aura of the sword. He subconsciously felt close to it.
But who the hell could have imagined that this sword could actually turn into a stick to disguise itself.
While Meng Liu was confused, Bu Jianjun jumped out. He hated dealing with demons and was even more afraid that this group of people would let him out. But if he didn't come out, his sword master would take action directly!
Can't.
He was not stupid and knew what it meant for a cultivator to take action in the demon world.
In that case, you might as well let yourself out.
Bu Jianjun was sure that the demons here were definitely familiar with him. Even if they didn't know him, they had heard of him, so it would be very easy to deal with.
The sword spirit took shape, and countless black threads spread out at this moment. The demons' attack methods always have similarities.
The silk thread suddenly turned into a small sword shadow and collided with the elder's attack. In an instant, several evil spirits were intercepted by the sword.
Ye Qiao was slightly stunned, and clenched her hands ready to draw the sword at any time. She did not expect Bu Jianjun to rush forward. She thought that the sword would be the Feixian Sword. After all, the Feixian Sword had a stronger deterrent power in the demon clan. If it didn't work, she had planned to fight directly with Meng Liu inside the demon clan.
But, it seems that things are taking a turn for the better.
And the development was beyond her expectations.
"No, no."
The sword spirit's voice was clear, and his pitch-black eyes were gradually filled with darkness. The moment he made his move, all the attacks froze in front of his eyes, motionless.
It was too strenuous for the Spirit Transformation Stage to take on this, but that was the demonic energy he was familiar with, and it was also the demonic world, which was like a fish in water for Bu Jianjun.
Ye Qiao's hand holding the Feixian Sword loosened slightly and tilted his head: "Seize the bamboo shoots?"
She was extremely surprised and exclaimed twice, "Are you so successful?"
Able to block attacks from the God Transformation Stage.
Bu Jianjun almost fell to the ground.
As expected, no matter how many times I hear it, I still feel sad for the sword master's naming ability.
Bu Jianjun puffed up his cheeks, not caring about Ye Qiao's words, then he cut off the demonic energy with an expressionless face. A heavy murderous aura spread in the hall. Even though he had been led by Ye Qiao for a long time, he had followed so many demon lords, and in just three years, it was still difficult to conceal the bloody atmosphere of the killing path.
Cut, cut off?
Many people stood up, their calm expressions disappeared, and they stared at the sword spirit.
"Who are you?"
The aura of this black sword spirit is very familiar. Not only Meng Liu can feel it, but all demons can feel that special feeling.
While making people unconsciously feel close to him, they can also sense a frightening pressure.
As all the attacks were crushed, Bu Jianjun said briskly, "Yeah, yeah. It's already this time. Haven't you guessed it yet?"
"The Ninth Generation Demon Lord, probably the former Sword Spirit?" The young man thought for a moment and smiled brightly, "In the demon clan. Who do you think I am?"
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